"Where the fuck is it? I need more, I need it" he mutters with desperation, furiously searching through the pockets of his jeans and his plaid for more crystal. He could feel the high coming to an end, that gloriously soaring sensation waning. It couldn't stop, it just couldn't come to an end because he needed it to last longer. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" he repeats, louder each time he delivers the curse. The airbender turns to a wall in clear anxiety, punching it once and yelling in sheer exasperation. He needed his meth. "You're a fucking idiot... You're a fucking idiot!". Once more he punches the wall before he turns around, his bloodied fist throbbing. How could have he been so stupid to use again? Two years clean and he'd fucked up, now he was back to his days as a tweaker.